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Beech Wood

I do love trees. This painting comes from countless walks through the small beech wood, ten minutes amble from my doorstep. Love it in the autumn when the golden-brown leaves float down and carpet the ground and let in the bright blue sky, when the winter reveals the tracery of the branches, in the spring with the fresh light green of new leaves, and in the summer when only shafts of sun make it past the shade to the beech wood floor.